that when the family gets together for the holidays,
I am the gap between adult and child.
I almost feel as though I need to choose which role to play.
And the kids always win.
My spirit is hurt if the adults find it silly-
but they are glad the actual chilluns are amused and not bothering them.
Is this how the world should work??
Should we have to choose?
Should children be an annoyance,
or brighten our lives?
Let's all take our shoes off and slide across the kitchen floor.
Where has our sense of adventure gone?